Sheriff Daddy (Montana Daddies Book 10) Laylah Roberts (color ebook reader .txt) 📖

“Ed,” she groaned.

“I hate that you were hurt. That I wasn’t there to protect you. That you were in pain, afraid, that you still have nightmares.”

“Me too.” Even though she knew it was silly, she felt like if he’d been around that nothing bad would have happened to her.

He kissed up her stomach until he reached the bottom of her breast, where the T-shirt was bunched. She sucked in a breath. Would he touch her there? How would she feel about that? Her pussy was currently damp, her clit throbbing with the need to be touched.

“Easy, baby. I know you’re not ready for anything more,” he soothed.

“I . . . I . . . what if I am?”

He stiffened then relaxed. “Do you want me to touch you? To give you pleasure?”

“Maybe.” Definitely. “I mean, only if I get to do the same to you.” She wasn’t a selfish lover.

“No.”

Disappointment was sharp.

“Tonight, it’s just about you.”

“That’s not fair.”

“To who? I get what I want most, to touch you. And you get pleasured.” And then he nudged his T-shirt over her breast and took her nipple into his mouth. She arched up off the bed with a cry.

“But don’t you want me to touch you?” she asked.

He licked over her nipple. “I’m not just in this for a quick fuck, Georgie. I’m in this for you. I want you. In all ways. Yeah, I want to fuck you. But I want your soul more. I want all of you.”

He slid his hand under the boxers she wore to run his finger along her pussy. He ran it up and down her slit as she breathed heavily. She groaned, wanting his touch against her clit.

Could she give him that? She wanted to. Desperately. He moved her T-shirt up over her other breast then leaned over her to lap at her other nipple. “Your breasts are fucking addictive. I want to wake up every morning and roll over to suck on these beauties.”

Just the thought of him doing that had her crying out.

“You like that idea too, don’t you?” he asked huskily. “You’re going to be mine, Georgie. Forever.”

She sucked in a breath. “Uh, you can’t just say that.”

“It’s already decided,” he countered.

“Do the residents of Wishingbone know that their sheriff is insane?”

He snorted. “You’ve met some of them. Think they care?”

No, because they were all batshit crazy as well.

Leaning up, he grasped her chin, then he kissed her. It was hard. Hot. Sizzling. When he drew back, she looked up at him. “I let you go once. Then you came back. And your fate was sealed. I’m going to give you what you need. I just need you to tell me. What do you want, Georgie-girl?”

“You.”

“You can’t have me yet,” he whispered.

Darn him anyway. Was he trying to kill her?

“What do you want?” he crooned in a dark voice.

Oh Lord. This was decadently dark Ed. Sexy and in charge.

He was going to kill her.

“I want to come.”

“Good girl for telling me what you need,” he praised her.

A shiver ran through her at his words. He pressed his finger down on her clit. It wasn’t enough though. Reaching down, she grasped hold of his hand, trying to move him. “Please!”

“Uh-uh, remove your hand, naughty girl.”

Her breath was coming in fast pants, her head swam with desire but she snatched her hand back.

“That’s my girl. Now, here is what is going to happen. I’m going to make you feel good. But you’re to keep your hands wrapped around the headboard, understand?”

She whimpered. “I don’t know if I can.”

“You can,” he reassured her. “And you’re going to have a safeword.”

“Why?” They weren’t going to do anything more, right? She wasn’t ready for anything else.

“Shh, you’re panicking. This is meant to be a treat for being a good girl and telling me about your scar.”

Oh. Ohhh. She could get behind these types of rewards.

“I like treats.”

“Do you? Well, that’s good. Because every time you open up, or tell me what’s wrong or going on in your head, every time you come to me instead of fretting, you get a treat.”

She definitely liked the sound of that.

“It won’t always be an orgasm, of course.”

She pouted. “But I like orgasms.”

Okay, who was she?

“Your safeword is red. Something nice and simple to remember. We’re not going to do anything too intense. I’ll go very carefully and you’ll have a safeword so if I come anywhere close to a trigger, you can say it and everything stops. Can you trust me to stop if you need me to?”

“I do trust you. And he didn’t rape me. Sex is . . . sex is fine.”

“Sex is fine?” he growled. “Baby, sex should be more than just fine. And you know how much I hate that word.”

“It’s never been more than that for me.”

“Gonna have fun changing that.” He licked his tongue over her nipple. “I’m fucking glad he didn’t rape you, but still, I do anything that makes you unsure or uncomfortable. At any time. You say red. All right?”

She nodded.

“Words, my girl.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Ahh, you catch on quick.” He kissed along her jaw. “Now sit up for a moment.”

She sat and he drew off the T-shirt.

“Lie down, hands wrapped around the headboard. Keep them there unless you need to use your safeword, understand?”

“Yes,” she managed to get out.

How had she gone from a nightmare to this? The last thing she thought she’d feel like after a nightmare was to be touched and commanded like this. Yet her body was on fire with wanting him. Needing his touch. He kissed his way down her body, played with her nipples, sucking on one then the other. Lapping at them with his tongue. He moved his hand to her pussy, running a finger up and down her slit. Then he slid his finger underneath the boxers to flick lightly at her clit.

She stiffened, holding onto the headboard tight.

“Easy, baby. You’re going to get what you need. I promise.” He kissed